<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2024 03:15:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Secrets</title><description>We all have secrets...</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-8421097970531556138</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 22:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-28T17:57:24.834-05:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m back!</title><description>Oh, my word. I am so sorry I haven&#39;t posted in so long! So much has happened, and I don&#39;t have much time to write about it all. I&#39;ll write about as much as I can, a summery, then do the rest later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, &quot;our&quot; laptop. It was destroyed. That&#39;s one reason why I (or Ashlee) haven&#39;t been able to post. The... Scahls? is that what they&#39;re called? well, they  destroyed it. Yes, we met up with them. It was horrible. They were really scary... And they hurt Red. Not &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;badly, it was his arm. He&#39;s fine now, just has some really gross scars (we heal quickly, i guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I have to go. I&#39;ll post more later! Or Ashlee will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Invisible Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;(aka Nadia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-2953155168407622119</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-24T15:06:37.180-04:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m scared, too...</title><description>We&#39;ve been on the run every since... well, a couple days after the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a... well, i guess you could call it a vision. it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision got all blue... and, you know how it is on Sims 2 PS2 when you&#39;re going to chat with a sim? it kinda zooms... the edges are blurry... yeah, that&#39;s how it was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these things... they looked like... well, like men, but very scaley... i was looking through some old posts just now, and Maxridelvr commented about shape shifters... i think that&#39;s what they are. I saw them busting down the door, armed with guns. I saw them capturing Hope and Red. Ashlee and I hid in a closet. I heard a gunshot... I heard Lep screaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the most aweful thing i have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door opened up, and one of the shape shifters aimed a gun at us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the vision was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying... everyone seems worried... It was kind of embaressing. Lep hugged me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was able to stop, i told them everything. Ashlee grabbed the laptop and we headed out. I don&#39;t know how far ahead we are from the shape shifters, or if that was just some weird bad dream... but i don&#39;t want to know. i just want to get the heck away...</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-scared-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7523867551411029522</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 18:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-24T14:25:55.639-04:00</atom:updated><title>Busy...</title><description>So much has been happening. It&#39;s scaring me. I just want to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Nadia wants to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;Here she is.</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashlee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-8158836347216291444</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-10T11:41:13.726-04:00</atom:updated><title>Eclipse</title><description>Eclipse is SOOOOO good! i&#39;m almost halfway through!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Ashlee***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Nadia and Le-ep, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S- OUCH! NADIA!!! oh, she is SO dead! =D</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/eclipse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-6454966355306208921</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-10T11:29:49.235-04:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m Back!</title><description>Nadia here (Ashlee made me say that)&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m much much better, thank God! That was probaly one of my worst experiences ever. Almost as bad as being locked up and experimented on. I don&#39;t really remember much. All I really remember is wanting to die. And throwing up. But Ashlee and Lep and Red and Hope said that I kept saying Lep&#39;s name... uh-oh... i sure hope Hope (hehe) isn&#39;t still on that kick about me likeing Lep. &#39;Cause it&#39;s so not true. I like him as a brother. He&#39;s just like us, someone I can relate to. He&#39;s nice, smart...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who am I kidding? he&#39;s SO cute! (or kawaii, as Ashlee would say)&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t tell anyone please! although I&#39;m sure Ashlee reads this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;PS. i feel really weird right now... different somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;PPS. WHAT THE HECK DID ASHLEE TO TO MY BLOG?! I&lt;em&gt; liked&lt;/em&gt; it how it was!!!&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5852216264605065011</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-06T21:04:50.987-04:00</atom:updated><title>Nadia News</title><description>go to my blog for it. &lt;a href=&quot;http://andyouthoughtiwashappy.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://andyouthoughtiwashappy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesss! only 2 hours till Eclipse!!!</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/nadia-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashlee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-4913350874822834955</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-01T09:35:46.569-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Blog...</title><description>i created a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://andyouthoughtiwashappy.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://andyouthoughtiwashappy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashlee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5754638238201791683</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-31T09:14:20.415-04:00</atom:updated><title>I have my own account!</title><description>Okay, so I created my own blogger account. i am now part of this blog. i know, i &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;known&lt;/span&gt; i was always against this blog. but there&#39;s not really anything i can do now, is there? its too late, they&#39;re already after us. and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt; won&#39;t delete this blog.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;, she&#39;s still sick. even worst. but yesterday she &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; wake up briefly. She opened her eyes, looked up at &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Lep&lt;/span&gt;, who wouldn&#39;t leave her side, and said &quot;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Lep&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&quot; He kinda half-smiled. But she wouldn&#39;t say anything else. He clearly likes her, Hope keeps picking up on that. She says it can get pretty gross in his mind when Nadia&#39;s around. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;And Hope said Nadia &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt; like him, too, but isn&#39;t admitting it to herself just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ME~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. should i create my own blog?</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-my-own-account.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ashlee)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3001585106750742188</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-30T13:47:49.835-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ashlee here.</title><description>The laptop broke down, but we found some store where they fix comps, so it&#39;s all good.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not totaly. Nadia&#39;s sick. That&#39;s why I&#39;m writing this for her. We&#39;re not sure why she&#39;s sick, or how or what the hec it is. all i know is that i&#39;m scared. she&#39;s really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she had a cough.&lt;br /&gt;Then she started coughing weird stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;Then pukeing.&lt;br /&gt;Then she started burning up.&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s sleeping now. Lep&#39;s been carrying her, since we really can&#39;t afford to stop. Well, we&#39;ve stopped now, to rest. but other than that, he&#39;s been carrying her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m really really worried. I mean REALLY really worried. We all are. I&#39;m afraid. I&#39;ve never seen anything like it. Her face is red. she&#39;s sweating, moaning in her sleep. i don&#39;t have a thermomater, but she feels much warmer than she should. even if she had the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m going to draw a picture of Nadia. I snagged a sketch book and pencil from a store. Nadia doesn&#39;t know that I can draw. I can nly draw Japanese Animation, of course, like Nadia, but better.&lt;br /&gt;btw, I have page one of the manga series Courtney&#39;s doing for us, but I&#39;m going to wait to post them until i get a few more pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope just said nadia&#39;s awake! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i&#39;m thinking about getting my own blog...</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/07/ashlee-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-2891257234955750187</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-06T12:34:37.161-04:00</atom:updated><title>Birthday...</title><description>Yestdarday was my birthday. Some birthday. Not that I&#39;m greedy or anything, but it would be nice to celebrate my fourteenth with some cake... any food that tastes good! well, actualy, Lep stole some doughnuts from a bakery. He stuffed &#39;em into his huge pockets, so they were squished, and a little gross... but they were better than nothing. The next birthday is Ashlee&#39;s, in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1304530278479595759</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-28T17:41:51.321-04:00</atom:updated><title>Laptop</title><description>I feel like crying. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl, about 14, Lep&#39;s age. She was sitting on a park bench with a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Lep strolled up to her and started asking questions about it. Trying to make conversation. She had her dog on a leash tied to the bench. She was so intriged by Lep that she didn&#39;t even notice Hope untie it. Ashlee bent down to pet him/her and Hope casualy walked up to it and untied it (it was actualy kind of amazing how quickly she was able to do it. probaly quicker than I could!). The dog ran off. Lep told her to go get him/her and he would watch the laptop for her. Guess she really liked him or somthing (the &lt;em&gt;looks &lt;/em&gt;she was gving him!) because she did. And we ran off with the computer. I really didn&#39;t want to do it. But we had no money, and Lep really wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying. Stealing milk and bread is one thing, but to steal a expensive computer from an unsuspecting &lt;em&gt;teenager&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;But i&#39;ll be posting more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I&#39;m not sure if I made this clear, probaly not, but Sennet ran off after he rescued us. :( We wouldn&#39;t be on the run if he was with us... he can drive! at least i think he can...&lt;br /&gt;And we still have the kitten. We named her Tiger. (I suggested Total, like Venom said, but no one liked that... especialy since Ashlee the animal lover said she&#39;s a girl...). Oh, and thank you for noticing the picture I put at the top.  I did choose her because she looked kind of like me... minus the wings... And she looks depressed, like me...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I&#39;m depressed! Wouldn&#39;t you be if all this stuff happened to you?!&lt;br /&gt;And my birthday is soon... All I wish for is my family back... My blood family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I&#39;m going to get a CBox! I&#39;ve seen them around a lot!</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/06/laptop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-6076233619913569662</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T08:34:17.677-04:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m Baaaaaaaaaaaack!!!</title><description>okay, so the police showed up here. We tried to run away, wich made us look kinda suspicous, i guess. that and the fact that we were 5 dirty teenagers (except Red) with a torn-up old, dirty backpack. So they took us.&lt;br /&gt;We said our parent&#39;s dies (truth) and that we were looking for a home (kinda truth... we were on our way home!). so they took us to the homeless shelter.&lt;br /&gt;i thought they&#39;d put us in foster care or somthing. weird.&lt;br /&gt;So we escaped after a week and we&#39;ve been back on the run ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Twilight is soooooooooooooooooooo good... Edward is soooooooooo dreamy...&lt;br /&gt;PPS. if you&#39;ve been paying attention to my profile, it would say that i&#39;m 13. if you&#39;ve been paying attention for a long time, i think it said that i just turned 13. that&#39;s a mistake. i accedently put 1/5/1994. i meant to put 7/5/1993. oopsies! so my birthday is close. it&#39;s so sad.</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-baaaaaaaaaaaack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3059769199974376485</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 21:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-29T17:39:18.471-04:00</atom:updated><title>Twilight</title><description>I set up a library card at this library, the one we&#39;re currently crashing at. All the info on it is fake, of course.&lt;br /&gt;But I really wanted to read Twilight. It looks soooo good! I&#39;ll take it with me. Maybe someday the library will get it back. I&#39;ll mail it to them. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a kitten on the road. we&#39;ve all fallen in love with him (Lep says it&#39;s a male, anyways). Especialy Lep. guess it&#39;s becuase of his &quot;talents&quot;. You know, ag&lt;br /&gt;OMG the policeare here</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/05/twilight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1508643448606174113</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2007 00:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-15T20:40:59.676-04:00</atom:updated><title>Paranoia</title><description>(is that spelled right?)&lt;br /&gt;No, I&#39;m not parnoid.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s Ashlee. And it&#39;s not even what you&#39;d think it&#39;s about.&lt;br /&gt;You see, since we&#39;ve been at libraries a lot, she&#39;s had time to discover a few new series...&lt;br /&gt;One if called the Midnighters. I&#39;ve never read it, but she told me much about it.&lt;br /&gt;And one thing in it, they (these Midnighter people)  have these special powers or talents or somthing. One of the characters has a mind power. She can do a bunch of things with her mind. And I guess once she made a guy mental because she was trying to mess smthing up in his mind or somthing. But anyway, Ashlee&#39;s now paranoid that Hope&#39;s like that.&lt;br /&gt;I know she&#39;s not. But Ahslee won&#39;t listen to me. It&#39;s sooooo annoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I haven&#39;t really wrote baout my feelings. I mean, most teenage girls don&#39;t get their parents killed, locked up in a lab, tests run on them, break out, and are running for their lives!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week until my birthday. Some birthday. I really really really miss my parents. I cry every night. Still, even though it&#39;s been about 5 months. I wonder how my sister&#39;s doing...&lt;br /&gt;Ph my gosh, I&#39;ve been trying to not think about her. She doesn&#39;t even know the truth about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see her again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Naida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;PS. How&#39;s the book Twilight? I&#39;m thinking about reading it...&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/05/paranoia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3446482892978677414</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-24T19:27:36.777-04:00</atom:updated><title>Maximum Ride</title><description>Yes, this post is about Maximum Ride. I know, I haven&#39;t had much acsess to a computer, but I really feel like posting about somthing different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to the Maximum Ride site latly? &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.maximumride.com&quot;&gt;http://www.maximumride.com&lt;/a&gt;. they updated it. Guess what! There&#39;s been 1 million clicks, so there&#39;s gonna be a Maximum Ride 4!!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditions (for the MR commercial) are down to 2 girls!!! Amy and Nicole. I like Amy best. I want to post pictures of them, but I can&#39;t find any (the ones on the MR website won&#39;t copy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;PS. I&#39;m sosososososo sorry that i havn&#39;t posted in 4eva!!! I hope I didn&#39;t drive any of you away from my site! Please keep reading it!&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/maximum-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-911821545214351464</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 00:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-03T19:15:31.514-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sorry</title><description>Sorry I haven&#39;t been able to post in awhile. We walked for days in dessert (good thing we umm... &quot;borrowed&quot; -it wasn&#39;t my idea. It was Red&#39;s. I hated the idea of stealing, but I sure didn&#39;t want to die!- some food and bottled water from a local supermarket... of course, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; got stuck with turning the food/water invisible. Ugh.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through some towns, but there were police cars at two, so we had to leave QUICKLY, and another didn&#39;t have a library.&lt;br /&gt;Finaly we came to a town with a library we could stay at and REST. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lep&#39;s draped over a chair, almost sleeping, but still watching for any possible danger (the guys we escaped from).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red&#39;s sleeping on a couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope&#39;s just sitting in a chair, probaly reading minds or somthing. Oh, she just nodded. She IS reading minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee&#39;s on another computer, I think she&#39;s listening to Hannah Montana on YouTube or somthing. Miley Cyrus, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I&#39;d better go. I need some sleep, too.&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1801253012965020232</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-12T16:04:26.555-04:00</atom:updated><title>Okay, to set the record straight...</title><description>Okay, someone posted a comment on my last post, doubting my existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s the answers to those questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did I get accsess to a computer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through this before, a while ago, though.&lt;br /&gt;I found this row of laptops we passed going by on our way to testing. I just turned one invisible while we were walking by them. Then I took it back to my cel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did I get art supplies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gaurd (i&#39;ve gone throught this, too) saw that I was doodling with my finger on the floor, and gave me a sketch book and pencils. Then later she let me borrow her water color pencils. She was the only nice gaurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How was I able to put my drawings on the blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. A scanner. Much bigger than a laptop, and there were less of them, so I had to return it. But I took one the same way a the computer. Lep helped me carry it. The gaurds barely ever look at us. I did it (scanned the pictures) when one of them dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don&#39;t the computers have passwords?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If I wanted to get onto a certain settings, but I was able to get onto a file-free, password-free settings (I have no idea why they did that. but it sure helped!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When would I have time to create a blog when in a lab?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this blog weeks before I was captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the current news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don&#39;t really know where we are, besides a tiny town. With a library, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we go by a library I just have to go in. Air condition, seats, books, and computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee doesn&#39;t like Hope much. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope told me I like Lep. She said she can feel it in my subconcousness. I said she better feel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a picture of red awhile ago, I&#39;ll put it on when I find a scanner. Or a digital camera. That could be awile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lep is screaming at me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The runaway gal&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-to-set-record-straight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7594558837917216628</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-26T16:40:55.719-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wow!</title><description>Wow. I can&#39;t belive this happened. This is so... so... unreal, to my new life, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was abour two o&#39;Clock in the morning. I was sitting on my hard cot, watching  at Hope sleep. Nothing else to do. Like every other night. I glanced at the gaurd in front of our cells. She looked like she might fall asleep... then dropped. I don&#39;t know how. But hten a man, about 30 years old, came out of the shadows (like a movie!) and grabbed her keys. Then he unlocked all our cells. We quietly crepped down the halls, to a door. There was a gaurd. He dropped, like the other one. Why? I don&#39;t know. It must have been Sennet, like Maxridelver said (&lt;a href=&quot;https://www2.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1481466808348874850&amp;amp;isPopup=true&quot;&gt;https://www2.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1481466808348874850&amp;amp;isPopup=true&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lep is yelling at me to go. We&#39;re at a liberary. Can&#39;t stay in one place for long. I&#39;ll keep ya posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Invisible Girl&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7185001649472559882</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-17T22:05:09.068-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ashlee (colored)</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTRwdZW-JKJ-m5ruduW_7zXxXCsBixPeo9BgWWNcCdZzxkhnpnMv_js38KwUSLhrkBoaDSkxJShiO-81ik9d0HWQG203oVHG3ZNfQf4O1VjDlxWWdf1mKPylSo4nstbuo9f_QQmjBWqacO/s1600-h/ashleecolored.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032704796651695378&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTRwdZW-JKJ-m5ruduW_7zXxXCsBixPeo9BgWWNcCdZzxkhnpnMv_js38KwUSLhrkBoaDSkxJShiO-81ik9d0HWQG203oVHG3ZNfQf4O1VjDlxWWdf1mKPylSo4nstbuo9f_QQmjBWqacO/s320/ashleecolored.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/ashlee-colored.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTRwdZW-JKJ-m5ruduW_7zXxXCsBixPeo9BgWWNcCdZzxkhnpnMv_js38KwUSLhrkBoaDSkxJShiO-81ik9d0HWQG203oVHG3ZNfQf4O1VjDlxWWdf1mKPylSo4nstbuo9f_QQmjBWqacO/s72-c/ashleecolored.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-39557138255833227</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-17T16:50:16.863-05:00</atom:updated><title>Me (Nadia)</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwPKpndm55TR-4nibULsdlsmbJ9k82CLn8QxuCiW5eB8D5ye5Q2B_FhJ5GWiyUSG6OCnNw53NYEfRVptp_mp2KgLNJT-A8WvK3xvo3ykPi8CHiWHsoxGg4uIiltnLMMF-wEGvOy7vaNnc/s1600-h/me.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032623613179866370&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwPKpndm55TR-4nibULsdlsmbJ9k82CLn8QxuCiW5eB8D5ye5Q2B_FhJ5GWiyUSG6OCnNw53NYEfRVptp_mp2KgLNJT-A8WvK3xvo3ykPi8CHiWHsoxGg4uIiltnLMMF-wEGvOy7vaNnc/s320/me.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-nadia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwPKpndm55TR-4nibULsdlsmbJ9k82CLn8QxuCiW5eB8D5ye5Q2B_FhJ5GWiyUSG6OCnNw53NYEfRVptp_mp2KgLNJT-A8WvK3xvo3ykPi8CHiWHsoxGg4uIiltnLMMF-wEGvOy7vaNnc/s72-c/me.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1117758955967028184</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-17T12:21:59.755-05:00</atom:updated><title>They just don&#39;t belive me...</title><description>I told everyone that Maxridelvr said that a guy was going to help us break out. They don&#39;t belive me. They say it won&#39;t happen. Until today, when Hope said a new voice came into her head. She explained to me that there&#39;s a lot of voices in her head, people&#39;s thoughts. She has to tune them out, but if she wants to listen to someone, she just picks a voice and listens. And she can hear everyone within a ten-mile radius. She said somone &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; coming to save us! So there, Lep!</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/they-just-dont-belive-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1481466808348874850</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-10T21:25:02.754-05:00</atom:updated><title>Still workin&#39; on him...</title><description>Sigh. I told &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; onclick=&quot;BLOG_clickHandler(this)&quot;&gt;Lep&lt;/span&gt; we should try escaping. My exact approach was &#39;You know, I&#39;ve been thinking. We should blow this joint. Ya think?&quot; and he just looked at me like I was crazy. Thinking back, that wasn&#39;t exactly the BEST approach... not even close. He replied by saying &quot;Yeah, sure. Then we could go flying.&quot; Well, i guess he has a point. These people work for the government, i think. It wouldn&#39;t &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; be happy to have the CIA after us.&lt;br /&gt;But i&#39;m working on him. I&#39;ll think of somthing. Ashlee can controll plants... maybe she could have some of them choke a couple people. And Lep could... jump on a high shelf and fall on someone? And Red could... not sure. And Hope could... not sure. And I could turn some guy&#39;s clothes invisible? Maybe he&#39;s die from embarressment? haha yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t want to KILL aybody. I couldn&#39;t live with that. But if it was nessecary, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it&#39;s not nessecary.</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/still-workin-on-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5690479693670585650</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 20:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-05T16:02:30.710-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hope (colored) and Ashlee</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvQ6bJjjy0iIxXbHkdAtrJXsfLRcSc1ZH-q2MFNJfSRW_pn9wGAlHy21NesPmJ13TocbA8GY95RjZ0foxxG1mzHa4YHRacGzWDS3b0-bqhsNJsd6om2q2oDi-2T4EuWtQl0sQNhdVXY1j/s1600-h/hope2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028157216638662146&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvQ6bJjjy0iIxXbHkdAtrJXsfLRcSc1ZH-q2MFNJfSRW_pn9wGAlHy21NesPmJ13TocbA8GY95RjZ0foxxG1mzHa4YHRacGzWDS3b0-bqhsNJsd6om2q2oDi-2T4EuWtQl0sQNhdVXY1j/s320/hope2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the gaurds saw that I like to draw and loaned me some of her (yes, HER, you sexist pigs. Girls CAN be gaurds, you know) water color pencils. So I colored in Hope.  Oh, and, yes, those are the color of clothes she&#39;s currently wearing. We&#39;re all wearing the same things we had on when we were captured. Hope woke up in the middle of the night (if you remember the story i told you) and slipped into some clothes that were on the floor. So, if you think that they llok weird, that&#39;s why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7kTHUNPpwqOgkubZlCdBMfRDKJJBrzhgnsqOWK7JlWrs8rk4TKVxbMwm05pu2vGwgddXTyRJSrFDBXm8dv1l6-4xkPCAvjLCOzyLZ-7ZE-lodzRdk4fZEp1bCeijrj4JwbwmZcobLGnJ/s1600-h/Ashlee.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028157220933629458&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs7kTHUNPpwqOgkubZlCdBMfRDKJJBrzhgnsqOWK7JlWrs8rk4TKVxbMwm05pu2vGwgddXTyRJSrFDBXm8dv1l6-4xkPCAvjLCOzyLZ-7ZE-lodzRdk4fZEp1bCeijrj4JwbwmZcobLGnJ/s320/Ashlee.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashlee found a pair of scissors and MADE me cut her hair. As you can tell, it&#39;s not very even. (NO, Ashlee didn&#39;t wake up in the middle of the night and  just put on whatever she could find. She often wore that shirt to school. That&#39;s Ashlee for ya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/hope-colored-and-ashlee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvQ6bJjjy0iIxXbHkdAtrJXsfLRcSc1ZH-q2MFNJfSRW_pn9wGAlHy21NesPmJ13TocbA8GY95RjZ0foxxG1mzHa4YHRacGzWDS3b0-bqhsNJsd6om2q2oDi-2T4EuWtQl0sQNhdVXY1j/s72-c/hope2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7390639836891686750</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-04T20:21:51.412-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hope</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-SgtM1mizXSmpnXqm_j0IV9SfEwBw4_R6xNdXlsPEPuBByaXFJkUjOZHXy8cVMI0Lc2pi9exkV0Dtk0te5QypZhKtcvsXJArz-7cQvhA5vlmnQcylzbhpRMJZgEZu4CLn13vQzhCPuTd/s1600-h/Hope.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027853918933120498&quot; style=&quot;CURSOR: hand&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-SgtM1mizXSmpnXqm_j0IV9SfEwBw4_R6xNdXlsPEPuBByaXFJkUjOZHXy8cVMI0Lc2pi9exkV0Dtk0te5QypZhKtcvsXJArz-7cQvhA5vlmnQcylzbhpRMJZgEZu4CLn13vQzhCPuTd/s320/Hope.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/hope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nadia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-SgtM1mizXSmpnXqm_j0IV9SfEwBw4_R6xNdXlsPEPuBByaXFJkUjOZHXy8cVMI0Lc2pi9exkV0Dtk0te5QypZhKtcvsXJArz-7cQvhA5vlmnQcylzbhpRMJZgEZu4CLn13vQzhCPuTd/s72-c/Hope.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-2310729681367283462</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-03T21:31:20.480-05:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m gonna go stir crazy! 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